Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Yeah
Man this one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
What up though, Yeah
Don

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the
Long as I got charts, never me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't a receipt
All the plumbers, you know looking for the leaks
Been to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street
This show is getting started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro like whats better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad trying to handle out of hand
Reminiscing we used to 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all those times to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, shit ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, I can't feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
Fresh as my nigga IB, up to Don C
The most improved player, watch me that I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We a long way from having hands together like God Please
Do I really emphasize, my mind spaced out
Yeah I call that bitch the
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit that
I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too
And my going through hell, they need a miracle too
more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just behind his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and him and his bitch like they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned that could be a merry-go
Moving at a stand still is the
I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a
Crazy what a bitch'll do for palm trees
Type that can't hold my hand even if they palm
Got a good girl at home, that's all me
I gave my out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different food
I got her listenin to music that she wouldn't to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, open arms, nigga open the safe
Respect in this bitch like a gun on my
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I treat my life I be runnin a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma for your spot then I cum in your face
I been to make I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, add-it addict
Beware of the who abandon when your shit was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white water it

Man, we just around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in different cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we been going hard as
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this
I can't it
Hey doe Detroit
Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my
I do for ya'll
We put our into this shit
My boys damn gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We slept in fuckin days
We do this from the man
And we did out our way
up, it's time to get it, yeah
Countin blessings money
up